Hoby and Belle had never seen Kevin Klawmaker before, but he had "working for the boss" written all over him.
"Stop that," Klawmaker said as he closed the door behind him.
"Yeah, and who's going to make me?" Hoby asked.
Klawmaker wore his battle uniform. It's the only way he dressed anymore.
"I'm The Fours liaison here on Earth," he said. "What Valtair was before, I am now." He looked at the camera. "That's still on, isn't it?"
He removed his gun from its holster and fired off a single shot. The camera shattered.
"Hey!" Hoby leaped off the bed to come at Klawmaker swinging with Belle right behind him. Klawmaker saw that Hoby was going for a haymaker. He dodged Hoby's punch easily, and as he did he pulled on Hoby's arm to keep him propelling forward while at the same time kicking at Hoby's legs.
Down Hoby went.
BAM!
Belle came next.
Klawmaker had no problem hitting a woman, certainly not one as vicious as this bitch. He smacked her so hard in the face, her neck made a sound like a snapping towel. He thought for a second he might actually have broken her neck, but no.
He'd hurt her, though. She snarled. Both Hoby and Belle snarled. They both fully intended to continue the fight.
"Aw, come on, this is ridiculous," Klawmaker said. "You're both drunk and...fine." He smacked Hoby in five or six places, then scythe-swept his legs out from underneath him. Belle swung wildly, without thinking. Kevin feinted with a left, then dropped her with a right.
Hoby went to rise to his feet. Kevin kicked him hard enough in the chest to slam him back to the floor.
Then, fuck it, he just wailed on them until they were absolutely beaten, until they didn't even want to get up off the floor anymore.
They looked at Klawmaker with hatred and fury in their eyes.
"What is it with you two?" Klawmaker barked. "I kicked both your asses without barely breaking a sweat. You two used to be so tough. I've seen footage. The year The Fours found you, you were like animals."
"Anyway, you need to suit up."
"You're coming with me."